Words are stirringyour anger's burningYou could really use aslogan right nowEighteen and feeling pretty meancause you're sick and fuckingtired out being pushedaround and aroundUp and fucking downYou want to believethere's an answer wellthere's not and the funnything about it is that twohours later they're just wordsthat you seem to have forgotDon't think about what's rightor wrong just leave thethinking to your bossDo what you're supposed to nowYour heart is poundingyour feet hit the groundYou want to see someaction right nowFeeling strong gonna rightsome wrong gonna raise yourbanner and stand up tall and proudDon't tell me ideology has athing to do with itYou like to think you'redifferent but you're all onefucked up power tripAnd I really don't give a shitwhat you happen to believe inNow you can finally beginto feel like you fit inDon't ever listen to yourselfYou'll fuck it up just likeyou always doSomeone will be there toexplain your job so do it